You were dating the school's bad boy, Eren. You'd been dating for about five months; you were a really cool couple. Everyone respected your boyfriend because they knew what he was capable of. He was always starting fights, but he treated you like a queen. He wasn't a womanizer either; you were the only woman he was interested in.

Today, Eren had gotten into a fight with some guys from school, which he clearly won, but he was still a little hurt. So, as always, you were there, cleaning his wounds with concern.

Eren was still angry with the guys and had a small grimace of pain while avoiding your furious gaze.

"I'm sorry, babe... I didn't mean to worry you."